[网] Chen Qi's words spread all over the city, and all the Wufu heard it, bowed their heads and thought more.

"Hahahahahaha"

In the demon army barracks, the old man Yue had already burst into tears, but he was still laughing non-stop.

In the military account, the ascendant elder named Milan stroked his beard and smiled and shook his head.

"It's true..."

The old man Yue wiped his tears.

"It's not just that the martial arts of the Chen tribe insisted on being indomitable,'I am your **** or devil, I only have one punch.' It's that all martial arts in ancient times! This is the case!"

As he said, the old man’s eyes flashed with a look of remembrance

"At that time, which Wufu would think that his ultimate opponent was a human or a demon?

Which martial artist is not practicing boxing to crush the heads of those high gods?

Does any taker think he can really live? "

"No." The old man shook his head, "Ancient Takeshi, everyone feels that they are going to die! But even knowing that they are going to die, they still hammer themselves frantically, just to punch the god! This! It's Takeo!"

"Now? Although Chen Wufu has been on the battlefield since childhood, they have indeed experienced desperate life and death.

But these desperate lives and deaths are all forced out, passive.

Is there anyone who knows that he will die on the battlefield in the future, but is just running to the battlefield desperately, just for ‘death’?

No more, really no more

The Chen Wufu is like that. After hiding in Wanli City and enjoying the glory of the world, what kind of punch do they practice?

What are they practicing for?

Respect of the world? Treasure? Beauty? Or power? "——————————————————————————————————

Two days later, Jiang Lin came to a vast green bamboo forest.

Looking at the vast green bamboo forest in front of him, Jiang Lin was at a loss as to what to do.

"How can I meet someone? And because I have a reputation as a flower picker, shouldn't the other party hear my name and just draw the knife?"

Thinking about it, Jiang Lin was a little flustered

No matter it! Big deal to run away!

Taking a deep breath, facing the green bamboo forest, Jiang Lin held a fist and gave a salute, using spiritual power to transmit "Wutong Zhou Jianglin, take the liberty to visit, and please forgive Mrs. Qingzhu."

Jiang Lin's words slowly spread among the green bamboo.

In the bamboo forest, a young girl who was picking bamboo shoots raised her head and lowered her head when she heard a man's voice coming in.

Anyway, it's the little white face who wants to be taken care of by Master Qingzhu, just ignore it.

And in the courtyard deep in the bamboo forest, Mrs. Green Bamboo, who was painting in the courtyard, heard Jiang Lin's voice, and the catkin shook slightly, and a touch of emerald ink dripped on the scroll.

"Madam, I'm sorry, Xiao Cui will chase away the little boy at once."

The disciple who was in charge of researching ink bowed his body and put down the inkstone in his hand. He was about to leave the forest and drive away the irritable people.

"Wait"

The graceful noble lady slowly straightened up, tenderly pressing on her violently undulating chest. For many years, her heartbeat had never been faster.

"Xiao Cui."

"Madam?"

"Look at my current makeup, is it still good-looking?"

"Huh???"

When Xiao Cui left, Jiang Lin naturally sat in the bamboo pavilion. On the bamboo table in the pavilion, the tea was still warm, and even the whole pavilion was filled with a nice fragrance.

With the addition of a book that was lightly covered on the table, Jiang Lin thought this was a place for Mrs. Qingzhu to rest in a daze.

"Why do I always think too much lately."

When I was in Bai Kingdom, I thought Youyou liked me, but now, I still feel that Mrs. Qingzhu, who has never been masked and never met, puts herself into her private leisure place.

I always feel so narcissistic

Putting away his thoughts, Jiang Lin looked at the environment of the bamboo pavilion with ease.

The surrounding green bamboos and bamboo leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and the clear and clean stones were impacted by the green water flowing behind the pavilion.

The breeze with the fragrance of green bamboo gently blows on your cheeks, everything seems so comfortable.

Looking at the green bamboos painted on the table again, the old style and ancient colors, although Jiang Lin is not an appreciation of everyone, but I also feel that this painting is really beautiful. It seems like green bamboo is in full bloom on the table.

Before he knew it, Jiang Lin was already a little fascinated by it.

At this time, a woman wearing an elegant blue palace dress walked on the stone path and stood in front of the green bamboo pavilion.

Looking at his profile, the woman in the palace clothes did not take a step forward, but just stood and watched, like a husband stone on the seashore, finally waiting for her husband's return.

A refreshing breeze brought a different, but better smell, Jiang Lin looked away from the tabletop, straightened up and looked out of the pavilion.

"Hello, Mrs. Qingzhu." Jiang Linzuo gave a bow. Who else could this beautiful and excellent lady be if it wasn't Mrs. Qingzhu.

But Mrs. Qingzhu still seemed to have not heard any sound, still looking at him idiotically.

I have been waiting for many years, I don't want to wait any longer.

But

If he is really him, what should I do?

He already has a girl he likes, so what should he do?

In the bamboo pavilion, the dignified and graceful lady lowered her eyes slightly, and her eyes were even more dim. At this time, outside the bamboo pavilion, the emerald green bamboos seemed to fade away a little bit green.

"Junior knows it."

However, relying on the previous conversations, he expressed his love for the two women without any secret, and his determination to give up the realm of martial arts no matter how painful he is for the person in his heart.

Mrs. Qingzhu believed that the man in front of her was definitely not that kind of person.

So Mrs. Qingzhu felt that Jiang Lin would be very embarrassed.

But not only did he not feel embarrassed, but he agreed very simply?

"Yes." Jiang Lin nodded, "In that case, the junior has been harassing in the village of Zhulin for a month."

"The village?" Madam Qingzhu blinked cutely, "Why are you going to the village?"

"Huh? Don't seniors let juniors live in the village?"

"No."

Mrs. Qingzhu shook her head, looking at Jiang Lin's eyes with a bit of shyness of a girl, and this shyness on the face of the intellectually smiling Mrs. Qingzhu ~lightnovelpub.net~ but it was even more special. The flavor, almost made Jiang Lin shout "Prime Minister, I understand!"

Mrs. Green Bamboo slowly stretched out a green bamboo card, smilingly

"If the son doesn't dislike it, please live with your concubine."

"???"

"Besides..."

Mrs. Green Bamboo took a deep breath.

"In addition, please call your concubine as your concubine."

The breeze was blowing, blowing on the skirt of the lady in the palace dress, and twirling her hair, even her nice voice quietly dispersed and fell into her heart.

"Qingjun"

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